The edge of nothingness

 All of the others
had gone to bed
and the quiet four remained,
sitting in silence
around the evening fire

 The fire burned
all thoughts away,
and there was nothing left
but flowing space

 Now and then
a word or two was whispered,
a laugh was shared,
a gentle song was played or sung,
but for the most part stillness reigned
because there was little worth saying
that was more beautiful
or essential
than the stillness found
on the edge of nothingness